I went quiet deliberately. I watched someone I love get hurt by the person meant to love them most, and the truth didn’t arrive as a single moment but as gaps, stories, and details shared too casually to ignore. I knew what was happening. I also knew that if the truth came from me, it would only cause more harm. Silence cost me a friendship, but speaking would have cost even more.

ADHD justice sensitivity makes unfairness feel like a physical wound. I’m holding undeniable proof a friend’s partner is cheating, but saying anything risks gaslighting, rejection, and isolation. Staying silent burns. This post unpacks the mental loop, the science behind justice sensitivity, and what it costs to be the moral compass in someone else’s mess while your brain screams for action you can’t take.

My first serious relationship started on Grindr at 19, with Manny at 25. It was romantic, but soon revealed a narcissistic boyfriend